The Five things I never noticed around the school are:
1. The brick alignment on the walls
2. The water fountains by the band room.
3. The rack by the band room exit
4. The elevator by the locker rooms.
5. All the holes in the ceiling in the 500's hall way
My favorite poems!!
My name is Sarah I am but three, My eyes are swollenI cannot see, I must be stupidI must be bad, What else could have made My daddy so mad? I wish i were better I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me. I can't speak at allI can't do a wrong, Or else I'm locked up All the day long. When I awake I'm all alone The house is dark, My folks aren't home When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight. Don't make a sound! I just heard a car. My daddy is back From Charlie's Bar. I hear him curse My name he calls. I press myself Against the wall. I try and hide From his evil eyes I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry He finds me weeping He shouts ugly words, He says its my fault That he suffers at work. He slaps me and hits me And yells at me more, I finally get free And I run for the door. He's already locked it And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall. I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken. "I'm sorry!", I scream But its now much too late His face has been twisted Into unimaginable hate The hurt and the pain Again and again Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end! And he finally stops And heads for the door, While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor My name is Sarah And I am but three, Tonight my daddy Murdered me. http://coohmp.homestead.com/childabuse.html
AUTOBIOGRAPHY IN FIVE SHORT CHAPTERS
by Portia Nelson
I
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in.
I am lost ... I am helpless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes me forever to find a way out.
II
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I am in the same place
but, it isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
III
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in ... it's a habit.
my eyes are open
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
IV
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
V
I walk down another street. http://www.mhsanctuary.com/healing/auto.htm
My Journal Entry's
I kept wishing I had run or driven a little faster as I finally pulled into the back parking lot of H&R block. I knew by the clock I was going to be late. I was scheduled to arrive at 3:30 p.m. for work. My car clock said it was 3:32 p.m and all I could hope for was that my boss wouldn't notice that I hadn't made it in time. I turned and grabbed my green H&R work bag, with my dress clothes in it, from the back seat and reached for the car door handle. Suddenly I realized, with a chuckle, that it was Friday and my boss is only at work on Tuesday and Thursday. The only person at work to catch me being late was Gina, my boyfriend's mom, who happens to adore me. I stepped out of my car and headed to the door. As I opened the door I was greeted with a frown from Gina, and I instantly knew she had had a bad day. She walked up to me and told me one of the other receptionists had quit. From that moment on I knew it was going to be an interesting day. What I Want Is
What I want Is
To have the chance
To Do what I want
What I want is
To Achieve more
Than my mother
Than my father
With goals
In my mind
Through my body
Passing through the ages
Of my ancestors
On my family tree
And the feelings
Of my Achievements
On my list
As I count
My check marks
My Goals
My tears
My me
Check 1, Check 2
10 things Thant are Important to me!
1. The people who love me through the good and bad................................family
2. The sorties that entertain me...............................................................Book's
3. The one's who taught me what I know..................................................My Teacher's
4. That knowing that someone likes me for me.........................................boyfriend
5. That special person you can tell anything.............................................Sister
6. The feeling of accomplishment when you get that perfect score.............Grades
7. Working hard for my own money..........................................................Job
8. The 8:15 bell I love to hate..................................................................School
9. The red Beast that gets me from A to B...............................................My Car
10. The blissful recharge I get to little of..................................................Sleep
The Angel of my life
I still remember the moldy smell of the old and decrepit shelter we found her in. You could see it in the dog’s eyes that they knew they had been rejected or thrown out like the trash.
My sister, Michelle, was the one who saw her first. She had the deepest kindest brown eyes I had ever seen. It was like she had been waiting there just for us, an angel. So that’s what we called her, Angel. The technical word for her was mutt but we weren’t looking for “perfect.” We just wanted a friend to play catch with and to make us laugh. She did all that and more while she was ours.
It was a typical summer night and I was in the bathroom getting ready for bed when my mother called. “Why is Angel in the house?” she asked. “I thought we agreed she was an outside dog.” “I want her to sleep inside so she doesn’t get to hot!” “Please can she sleep inside tonight?”I asked. My mother and I talked and she agreed after a little persuasion and bargaining to let her sleep inside for one night. She had to sleep in my mom’s room so she wouldn’t have any “accidents” in the house, but I didn’t care as long as she got to sleep inside. At around 9:00 p.m. we all laid down for bed. I had just fallen asleep when I heard Angel barking. Next I heard my mom screamed and the front door slammed.
I could hear my mom running up the stairs to my sister’s room and then she ran into mine. Someone had broken into our house. Angel had barked and scared them away before they could take anything or hurt anyone. We all went downstairs together and called the police to let them know what had happened. They told us to lock our doors and
wait for them to arrive at our house. We all knew that if Angel hadn’t been in the house something horrible could have happened that night. She was our best friend and savior from that day on.
We had Angel for five years before the heart worms came. My mother told us she was taking Angel to the vet for her checkup. We all gave her hugs and kissed goodbye and then she left. Michelle and I knew the real reason she was going. Angel had severe heart worms. The doctor said that even with the expensive surgery there was still only a 30% chance she would make it through the operation.
We weren’t what you would call rich and Angel was defiantly suffering. It was the hardest thing we ever had to do. We could tell over the weeks that the worms had gotten worse and soon we would lose her completely. We all made the choice that it was better for Angel if we ended her suffering as soon as possible.
When my mom got home latter that day we sat Joseph and Jennifer down to tell them what had happened. They had known that Angel was sick but my mom felt it was better not to tell them how sick she really was. We wanted their last memories of her to be good ones and not ones of her suffering. When we told them she was gone it took a while for them to realize what we were talking about. When it hit them they couldn’t stop crying. Angel was our best friend and now she was gone. We still keep the foot print the veterinarian gave us with her picture on the wall so that whenever we miss her we can look up and remember everything she did for us.
-Danielle Dougherty
1010 Cedar Atlantic IA
- SONET TO SENIORS
The day in May is drawing close at hand
- Our days go fast, a blur that seem surreal
- To want to walk those final steps as planned
- Across the stage, not knowing what to feel
- The parents proud to gaze upon the line
- Of children growing fast that most can’t think
-To see them go and know they will be fine
-The tears are warm and thick, so hard to blink
-It feels a part of life is ending fast
-The door has shut so tight on part of youth
-So choose your goals and fight for dreams to last
-Our hearts can take us far and wide to truth
Though you embark upon your college years It won’t be long till you rejoin your peers.
«Dougherty's Page»
The Five things I never noticed around the school are:
1. The brick alignment on the walls
2. The water fountains by the band room.
3. The rack by the band room exit
4. The elevator by the locker rooms.
5. All the holes in the ceiling in the 500's hall way
My favorite poems!!
My name is Sarah
I am but three, My eyes are swollen I cannot see, I must be stupid I must be bad, What else could have made My daddy so mad? I wish i were better I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me. I can't speak at all I can't do a wrong, Or else I'm locked up All the day long. When I awake I'm all alone The house is dark, My folks aren't home When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight. Don't make a sound! I just heard a car. My daddy is back From Charlie's Bar. I hear him curse My name he calls. I press myself Against the wall. I try and hide From his evil eyes I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry He finds me weeping He shouts ugly words, He says its my fault That he suffers at work. He slaps me and hits me And yells at me more, I finally get free And I run for the door. He's already locked it And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall. I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken. "I'm sorry!", I scream But its now much too late His face has been twisted Into unimaginable hate The hurt and the pain Again and again Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end! And he finally stops And heads for the door, While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor My name is Sarah And I am but three, Tonight my daddy Murdered me.
http://coohmp.homestead.com/childabuse.html
AUTOBIOGRAPHY IN FIVE SHORT CHAPTERS
by Portia Nelson
II walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in.
I am lost ... I am helpless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes me forever to find a way out.
II
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I am in the same place
but, it isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
III
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in ... it's a habit.
my eyes are open
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
IV
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
V
I walk down another street.
http://www.mhsanctuary.com/healing/auto.htm
My Journal Entry's
I kept wishing I had run or driven a little faster as I finally pulled into the back parking lot of H&R block. I knew by the clock I was going to be late. I was scheduled to arrive at 3:30 p.m. for work. My car clock said it was 3:32 p.m and all I could hope for was that my boss wouldn't notice that I hadn't made it in time. I turned and grabbed my green H&R work bag, with my dress clothes in it, from the back seat and reached for the car door handle. Suddenly I realized, with a chuckle, that it was Friday and my boss is only at work on Tuesday and Thursday. The only person at work to catch me being late was Gina, my boyfriend's mom, who happens to adore me. I stepped out of my car and headed to the door. As I opened the door I was greeted with a frown from Gina, and I instantly knew she had had a bad day. She walked up to me and told me one of the other receptionists had quit. From that moment on I knew it was going to be an interesting day.
What I Want Is
What I want Is
To have the chance
To Do what I want
What I want is
To Achieve more
Than my mother
Than my father
With goals
In my mind
Through my body
Passing through the ages
Of my ancestors
On my family tree
And the feelings
Of my Achievements
On my list
As I count
My check marks
My Goals
My tears
My me
Check 1, Check 2
10 things Thant are Important to me!
1. The people who love me through the good and bad................................family
2. The sorties that entertain me...............................................................Book's
3. The one's who taught me what I know..................................................My Teacher's
4. That knowing that someone likes me for me.........................................boyfriend
5. That special person you can tell anything.............................................Sister
6. The feeling of accomplishment when you get that perfect score.............Grades
7. Working hard for my own money..........................................................Job
8. The 8:15 bell I love to hate..................................................................School
9. The red Beast that gets me from A to B...............................................My Car
10. The blissful recharge I get to little of..................................................Sleep
The Angel of my life
I still remember the moldy smell of the old and decrepit shelter we found her in. You could see it in the dog’s eyes that they knew they had been rejected or thrown out like the trash.
My sister, Michelle, was the one who saw her first. She had the deepest kindest brown eyes I had ever seen. It was like she had been waiting there just for us, an angel. So that’s what we called her, Angel. The technical word for her was mutt but we weren’t looking for “perfect.” We just wanted a friend to play catch with and to make us laugh. She did all that and more while she was ours.
It was a typical summer night and I was in the bathroom getting ready for bed when my mother called. “Why is Angel in the house?” she asked. “I thought we agreed she was an outside dog.” “I want her to sleep inside so she doesn’t get to hot!” “Please can she sleep inside tonight?”I asked. My mother and I talked and she agreed after a little persuasion and bargaining to let her sleep inside for one night. She had to sleep in my mom’s room so she wouldn’t have any “accidents” in the house, but I didn’t care as long as she got to sleep inside. At around 9:00 p.m. we all laid down for bed. I had just fallen asleep when I heard Angel barking. Next I heard my mom screamed and the front door slammed.
I could hear my mom running up the stairs to my sister’s room and then she ran into mine. Someone had broken into our house. Angel had barked and scared them away before they could take anything or hurt anyone. We all went downstairs together and called the police to let them know what had happened. They told us to lock our doors and
wait for them to arrive at our house. We all knew that if Angel hadn’t been in the house something horrible could have happened that night. She was our best friend and savior from that day on.
We had Angel for five years before the heart worms came. My mother told us she was taking Angel to the vet for her checkup. We all gave her hugs and kissed goodbye and then she left. Michelle and I knew the real reason she was going. Angel had severe heart worms. The doctor said that even with the expensive surgery there was still only a 30% chance she would make it through the operation.
We weren’t what you would call rich and Angel was defiantly suffering. It was the hardest thing we ever had to do. We could tell over the weeks that the worms had gotten worse and soon we would lose her completely. We all made the choice that it was better for Angel if we ended her suffering as soon as possible.
When my mom got home latter that day we sat Joseph and Jennifer down to tell them what had happened. They had known that Angel was sick but my mom felt it was better not to tell them how sick she really was. We wanted their last memories of her to be good ones and not ones of her suffering. When we told them she was gone it took a while for them to realize what we were talking about. When it hit them they couldn’t stop crying. Angel was our best friend and now she was gone. We still keep the foot print the veterinarian gave us with her picture on the wall so that whenever we miss her we can look up and remember everything she did for us.
-Danielle Dougherty
1010 Cedar Atlantic IA
- SONET TO SENIORS
The day in May is drawing close at hand
- Our days go fast, a blur that seem surreal
- To want to walk those final steps as planned
- Across the stage, not knowing what to feel
- The parents proud to gaze upon the line
- Of children growing fast that most can’t think
-To see them go and know they will be fine
-The tears are warm and thick, so hard to blink
-It feels a part of life is ending fast
-The door has shut so tight on part of youth
-So choose your goals and fight for dreams to last
-Our hearts can take us far and wide to truth
Though you embark upon your college years
It won’t be long till you rejoin your peers.